Gemotions

He found it tucked inside a dusty book: a confession of sorts, written during a particularly turbulent patch with his estranged brother. The words were a stark contrast to his usual gruff demeanor. He'd never mailed it. He'd bottled up the emotions.

Now, decades later, a softness settled over him as he read about how much he admired his brother's persistence. He imagined his brother's face as he read it.

He picked up the phone. “Hey, it’s me,” he mumbled, trying to keep his voice steady. “Listen, I was thinking… about you. It's about time we made peace."